10/19/2025
Isaiah 38
1 In those days, Hezekiah became mortally ill, and Isaiah son of Amoz the prophet came to him and said to him, “Thus says Yahweh: Put your house in order, for you are going to die, and not live.” 2 And Hezekiah turned his face to the wall and prayed to Yahweh. 3 And he said, “O Yahweh, remember that I have walked before you faithfully, with a whole heart, and I have done what is good in your eyes.” And Hezekiah wept bitterly. 4 Then the word of Yahweh came to Isaiah, saying, 5 “Go and say to Hezekiah, ‘Thus says Yahweh, the God of David your father: I have heard your prayer; I have seen your tears; see, I am adding fifteen years to your days, 6 and I will deliver you and this city from the hand of the king of Assyria, and I will build a fence around this city.’ 7 And this will be the sign from Yahweh that Yahweh will do this thing that he has said: 8 ‘Look, I am about to turn back the shadow on the steps when the sun has gone down ten steps on the steps of Ahaz. I will turn back the sun ten steps on the steps which it has gone down.’”
9 A writing by Hezekiah, king of Judah, when he became sick and lived through his sickness:
10 I said: in the midst of my days I must go through the gates of Sheol,
I am deprived of the rest of my years.
11 I said: I will not see Yah Yah in the land of the living,
I will not look upon humanity with those who dwell in annihilation.
12 My dwelling is unmoored
and rolled away from me like a shepherd’s tent,
I have wound up my life as a weaver,
from the warp he shall cut me off,
from day to night you hand me over.
13 I kept calm until morning,
like a lion so he breaks all my bones,
from day to night you hand me over.
14 As a swift or a crane so I chirp,
I moan like a dove,
my eyes strain on high.
My Lord, I am oppressed -
stand surety for me!
15 What could I speak or say to him,
when he has done it?
I have been pushing on all my years,
despite the bitterness of my soul.
16 My Lord, you have been told of these things,
so give my spirit rest,
restore my health, and let me live!
17 See, the bitterness so bitter to me was for my health,
and you held back my soul from the pit of non-being,
for you cast all my sins behind your back.
18 For Sheol will not praise you -
will death hymn you?
Those who go down to the pit do not wait upon your kindness.
19 The living, it is the living who praises you, like me today,
father to sons makes known your faithfulness.
20 Yahweh shall save me,
and my harp-song we will play
all the days of our lives in the house of Yahweh.
21 Then Isaiah said “Let them take a fig cake and rub it on the sore, that he may live.” 22 And Hezekiah said, “What is the sign that I may go up to the house of Yahweh?”